K2tog

The innocent sleep,
Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care...

William Shakespeare

Temperatures dipped to 5C this afternoon and I'm afraid. Very afraid. In preparation for my first Canadian winter in several years, I could not find a traditional cable cardigan in the shops so I started to knit. And knitting does soothe the soul; how did Shakespeare know that? For the last few evenings I've been curled up in the comfy chair clicking my needles together. I have not knit in 20 years so "K2, k2tog, k to last 4 sts, sl 1, k1, psso, k2" looks a lot like hieroglyphs now. Thank goodness my Aunt is only a phone call away. The instructions are slowly being decoded. I just hope I can finish the sweater before the snow flies!